That night they did not find Bone Jones. When they came back to the spot where the caribou was eating the other caribou, they found two sets of antlers and not a pound of flesh of either animal.

“Who ate the other one?” said Tvrtko.

“Bone Jones,” said Krug. “Bone Jones.”

They took the antlers. Krug now told Tvrtko about a dream he used to have for years, before Bone Jones stole his wife. “My snake had this big tree growing out of it.”

“Your snake?”

“My snake. Big tree.”

“Man.”

“Oh yeah.”

Back at the asylum, somebody said, “Where did you go? We were worried sick. Where did you get those?”

“Look what Bone Jones did,” said Tvrtko.

Before they shed their stolen uniforms, they asked one of the nurses to take a picture that not only made Krug’s dream nearly visible, but made it true twice.

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Elvis Bego was born in Bosnia, fled the war there at age twelve, and now lives in Copenhagen. His writing can be found in Agni, The Common, Massachusetts Review, Ninth Letter, PANK, Threepenny Review, Tin House online, and elsewhere.